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i'm going to make this pencil disappear. (OPEN)
Who: a fun loving ghost and you!
When: somewhere from the middle of 4/15 to an undetermined date!
Where: in your room, in your kitchen, in your dreams or on the street— basically anywhere and everywhere!
What: more info here! this is a catch all log for any visits you'd want your character to get during the nights in which silver's gengar is roaming. it can be anything from making your living room the next sequel to paranormal activity to invading your dreams! or just watching you sleep. have a thriller!
Rating/Warning: will put up warnings as they come.
[ you have a visitor! he's not going to knock, though, and neither will he be pleasant to some— but what's pleasant for some may not be so pleasant for others. take foods, for example! everyone has different tastes. some like fish, dislike sweets—
gengar here likes fun with a jab of spooks on top, maybe a side serving of dreams and a 200ml cup of shenanigans. today, tonight, you're on his menu of delights. don't worry, he won't harm you! what kind of cruel creature would do that? no, no, he only snaps when his trainer has been endangered. you're not doing any of that now, are you? obviously not! you're just sitting there, or sleeping, or walking . . . boring. that's boring! he'll show you how to get things done. how to have fun. put more emotion into your life!
gengar just wants to have a bit of fun after all, a bit of energy, because what's a ghost type without suckling a bit on the living? ]
When: somewhere from the middle of 4/15 to an undetermined date!
Where: in your room, in your kitchen, in your dreams or on the street— basically anywhere and everywhere!
What: more info here! this is a catch all log for any visits you'd want your character to get during the nights in which silver's gengar is roaming. it can be anything from making your living room the next sequel to paranormal activity to invading your dreams! or just watching you sleep. have a thriller!
Rating/Warning: will put up warnings as they come.
[ you have a visitor! he's not going to knock, though, and neither will he be pleasant to some— but what's pleasant for some may not be so pleasant for others. take foods, for example! everyone has different tastes. some like fish, dislike sweets—
gengar here likes fun with a jab of spooks on top, maybe a side serving of dreams and a 200ml cup of shenanigans. today, tonight, you're on his menu of delights. don't worry, he won't harm you! what kind of cruel creature would do that? no, no, he only snaps when his trainer has been endangered. you're not doing any of that now, are you? obviously not! you're just sitting there, or sleeping, or walking . . . boring. that's boring! he'll show you how to get things done. how to have fun. put more emotion into your life!
gengar just wants to have a bit of fun after all, a bit of energy, because what's a ghost type without suckling a bit on the living? ]
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[ OPTION A: you're in your house, your room— maybe you have a roommate, perhaps, sleeping or awake in their corner while you're in yours. did you forget the window open? is the ac turned on? why is it so cold?
something in the kitchen made a sound, a clatter— but you know no one is in the kitchen. the toilet flushed, but . . . nobody used the bathroom. did you see something from the corner of your eye moving? wait, was that your shadow? your shadow shouldn't be moving without you. maybe you're just tired. maybe it's just your imagination, right? right.
so why do you have this awful feeling that something's watching you? ]
[ OPTION B: it's not too late— only now is the sky beginning to darken, and you're out and about on the streets. maybe you're going home, or somewhere else. the streets look quite empty, and quite suddenly, something, someone breathes down your neck, a wheeze so cold it makes you shiver from the tips of your toes all the way to the tips of your hairs. geez, who the hell just did that? what a creeper! you probably turn around, quickly, but— there's nothing there.
and if you keep walking, you'll probably find yourself tripping on . . . well, yourself ( but you could have sworn it was something like a foot though, you felt it— ), but . . . there's nothing.
something doesn't feel right, does it. ]
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[ you were having a dream— be it a fairly nice dream, or a normal dream, and suddenly? it's going bad. it becomes a nightmare; perhaps your worst fear coming to life, or a shadowy creature chasing after you. no powers work here, you're useless. no matter what it is you're dreaming, you're trapped in a loop, you can't wake up, and echoing softly in the back of your mind are cackles, slow and in series, laughing and laughing at the terror on your face, the fear you emit—
do you keep sleeping, or do you wake up? ]
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do you keep sleeping, or do you wake up? ]
[ OPTION A: you're in your house, your room— maybe you have a roommate, perhaps, sleeping or awake in their corner while you're in yours. did you forget the window open? is the ac turned on? why is it so cold?
something in the kitchen made a sound, a clatter— but you know no one is in the kitchen. the toilet flushed, but . . . nobody used the bathroom. did you see something from the corner of your eye moving? wait, was that your shadow? your shadow shouldn't be moving without you. maybe you're just tired. maybe it's just your imagination, right? right.
so why do you have this awful feeling that something's watching you? ]
[ OPTION B: it's not too late— only now is the sky beginning to darken, and you're out and about on the streets. maybe you're going home, or somewhere else. the streets look quite empty, and quite suddenly, something, someone breathes down your neck, a wheeze so cold it makes you shiver from the tips of your toes all the way to the tips of your hairs. geez, who the hell just did that? what a creeper! you probably turn around, quickly, but— there's nothing there.
and if you keep walking, you'll probably find yourself tripping on . . . well, yourself ( but you could have sworn it was something like a foot though, you felt it— ), but . . . there's nothing.
something doesn't feel right, does it. ]
[ anything or anywhere i didn't mention? a plan that's not in the above? make your own scenario and i'll follow with it! gengar will be sure to say hi somehow :) ]
Nightshade B
Come out come out wherever you a~re and let granny give you a big shitty hug~!
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gengar holds his chortles in, keeping unseen as he floats by shihoudou, bringing along with his passing by a draft of cold air in contrast to the warmer bits around them. youuu— what should he do with you? as he hovers around her, and at some point gets quite close to her face . . .
it's here where she gets the wettest, loudest invisible raspberry to the face. bbbbbrrrrrrrbbbrbrbrbr :) ]
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[ She is not at all deterred or unsettled by the little wind. She's old, and sort of crazy, and just wants fun out of life, so she decides when to be serious an not. Most of the times, she cheeses not to. It's much easier to piss people off that way.
So she grabs at the air in front of her, trying to embrace whatever is in front of her. She really can't resist things like this, they're just so funny! ]
Oh so you wanted a kiss!
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please let him be your friend
the sound of laughs pleases him just as much as screams do— he was even more of a goober when he was a haunter, you should have seen! unfortunately, gengar is still in an intangible state, and said fingers go right through him. his hehehes are audible though, low and amused, hands holding his feet and making circles in the air as he watches her, float up out of her reach.
not for long, though. because— kisses, you say? he's not an expert in many of those humanisms, but one things for certain! they're here to have fun. quite suddenly, gengar swoops down, form now completely visible as shadows and purple take his shape, and without warning to it, his tongue, long and wet, slurps her from torsoe to head, leaving behind not only some extremely gooey trails, but perhaps a few side effects. maybe yours are just really bad chills! ]
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She snorts in laughter, and watches the purply turd that has appeared in front of her. ]
Oh my, you have a healthy turdy color! [ Turds are not purple but nvm the details. ] And what a big tongue you have! No wonder you can lick granny so easily! You think granny can do it too even though her tongue is tiny? [ She sticks her tongue out and wiggles it. ]
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have you ever seen the vine series "what are those"? gengar is doing it. he takes one good look at the wiggling thing, blinks, then puts an arm over his head and falls backwards into a pool of shadow, as if he's dived right into a pool and disappeared, eyes closing and grin still wide as ever as he goes.
IT'S SO SMALL!!!
but fear not! he perks back up from the shadow, levitating upwards, tilting his head— then pointing at his cheek. are you going to do it, granny? are you wild enough???? ]
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Does he think she has a small tongue? She does, it's totally human sized after all, so it should be. She snorts in amusement, not really getting what he's doing backflipping but thinking that it's funny none the less. ]
Hohoho~! You don't mind? Then don't mind if I do~!
[ Of course she's going to lick him too. ]
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it doesn't give him the shudders, and for a few moments after, he blinks, still looking over to her expectantly and offering a questioning hum.
is it done yet?
( it may or may have not also gone right through him. oh, this pesky ghost body. ) ]
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Or not, it's fine. She doesn't mind.
She puffs up her cheeks. ]
You don't do much of that solid thing?
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but!!! gengar puts a claw to his should-be chin, taps it a few times— and taps the ground with his foot a few times. thump thump thump. the forth time, he makes it go through, but he likes to make it look like an accident and
falls straight through the ground, like he's stepped on broken wood and the rest gave in. oh nooooooooo is what his wail may sound like, minus actual words. help him granny it's dark under the streets!!!! ]
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She watches him go under ground, and bends forward, a hand on her hat so it won't fall off and crush the ground (or him, if he is temporarily solid when it hits) and taps the stone with a finger. ]
My my, is it deep down there?